the navesink banks

all hope abandon

ye who enter here

said the sign i read that was hangin' above her bed

and the sirens all were wailin'

but a man can ignore the signs

gotta keep a good eye on the windin' road ahead

and my first sin was a young american girl

my first sin was a young american girl

and i spent time 'neath the trestles

with the punks and the dime store saints

kept faith and a switchblade stuffed beneath my coat

and i ran with dirty angels

slept out in the rain

we were scared and tired and barely 17

and my first sin was a fear that made me old

my first sin was a fear that made me old

now i walk down by the shipyards

near the place where i was born

sayin' oh